“AMBUSH” 1/1/11 by Marcus Elman

It’s New Years Eve.

I’m bound.

I’m wound.

Shivering in the gleam,

in the newness coming

with the stroke of midnight.

When the ball drops this year

I’ll be asleep, then

awakened by the roar of the street,

by the disco beat at the corner

restaurant, by the kids honking

horns between bong hits.

I’ll stay in bed,

turn my cell phone to silence,

and walk my dream circuit.

Do some interval training over

the decades that disappear

now, like my hair, once called

a triple afro; now clipped close

like old sheep counting sheep;

like madmen at their mutton

repast calling the horses:

Ready to ambush the New Year.

Marcus Elman

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2011

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8 comments

  1. lkthayer · January 2, 2011

    Marcus, this rocks & so do you!! Happy New Year! 🙂

  2. Roz Levine · January 2, 2011

    Marcus, you ambushed me with the bongo beat of the tip tapping rhythm of this poem. Love it.
    Roz

  3. Alexis Rhone Fancher · January 3, 2011

    New Year… New Poem… & it’s a terrific poem, at that! Such an auspicious beginning to 2011. Merci, mon vieux!

  4. Kelly Pratt · January 3, 2011

    love the new year poem… love you cuz. you’re my muze!

    • lkthayer · January 3, 2011

      Great Poem, Love you cousin Kelly!! 🙂

  5. Lordy · January 3, 2011

    Full of amo……Keep firing off more please!!

  6. Marcus · January 4, 2011

    Thanks y’all. Pleasure to be part of such a magical community – communing!

    All love,

    Marcus

  7. lkthayer · January 5, 2011

    Hi Marcus Elman. I am Lisa’s first cuz from childhood and we grew up together at the lake acting out plays{ directed by Lisa!]…and joys abounding that can only be talked about, written ,drawn,acted out,painted or mimed. That’s exactly what we did as the brilliant little tribe of children that we were. All of us are at different parts of the planet and still in touch with the love of eachother and our roots. I read your poem about waking up in 2011 and it brought laughs and tears ,a chuckle and a great grin!!!! Tho I have not a poem,I want to share with you a glimpse on my first morn of2011.

    I woke up early as I do and my cats Zack and Abbie.were there on the empty spot for them to look outside. They see I’m awake… it is a new day in what year? We spent the New Year with party hats, honkers, and my friend and her two six year old grandsons, Roman and Gabriel. Smart, kool kids, We played CRANIUM …
    AS I lay in bed this am the snow was falling so beautiful and the gratitude for my warm bed and my kitties and the beautiful flakes of snow… gratitude. This a ramble and no poem.

    Marcus, Your work is profound and I know because I read and saw you and I wish you to continue flowing as you do. I ask of you to please send prayers my way as I have been under a buschell basket so to speak. As I think you maybe know the pain of that..?

    My cousin Lisa I miss you GiRL A LOt!!!

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